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i awoke to the dawning of a new day.
the rainbow light spiraled down, filtered by the cork oak leaves. an
acorn worm inched its way along a recently cut oak branch laying in the gravel.
raven caws while fluffy clouds skate across an azure
sky.

Lawrence TurnerGlendora, California

The sun
was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very
best to make The billows smooth and bright-- And this was odd, because
it was The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun Had got no business to be there

After the day was done-- "It's very rude of him," she said, "To come
and spoil the fun!" The sea was wet as wet could be, The sands were
dry as dry. You could not see a cloud, because No cloud was in the
sky: No birds were flying overhead-- There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter Were walking close at hand; They
wept like anything to see Such quantities of sand: "If this were only
cleared away," They said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven maids
with seven mops Swept it for half a year. Do you suppose," the Walrus
said, "That they could get it clear?" "I doubt it," said the
Carpenter, And shed a bitter tear.

"O Oysters, come and walk
with us!" The Walrus did beseech. "A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach: We cannot do with more than four, To give
a hand to each."

The eldest Oyster looked at him, But never a
word he said: The eldest Oyster winked his eye, And shook his heavy
head-- Meaning to say he did not choose To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up, All eager for the treat: Their
coats were brushed, their faces washed, Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know, They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them, And yet another four; And thick and
fast they came at last, And more, and more, and more-- All hopping
through the frothy waves, And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so, And then they rested on a rock Conveniently
low: And all the little Oysters stood And waited in a row.

"The time has come," the Walrus said, "To talk of many things: Of
shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax-- Of cabbages--and kings-- And why
the sea is boiling hot-- And whether
pigs have wings."

"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried, "Before we have our chat; For
some of us are out of breath, And all of us are fat!" "No hurry!"
said the Carpenter. They thanked him much for that.

"A loaf of
bread," the Walrus said, "Is what we chiefly need: Pepper and vinegar
besides Are very good indeed-- Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."

"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue. "After such kindness, that would be A dismal
thing to do!" "The night is fine," the Walrus said. "Do you admire
the view?

"It was so kind of you to come! And you are very
nice!" The Carpenter said nothing but "Cut us another slice: I
wish you were not quite so deaf-- I've had to ask you twice!"

"It seems a shame," the Walrus said, "To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far, And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but "The butter's spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the Walrus said: "I deeply sympathize." With sobs
and tears he sorted out Those of the largest size, Holding his
pocket-handkerchief Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said
the Carpenter, "You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home
again?' But answer came there none-- And this was scarcely odd,
because They'd eaten every one.

The
Emerald City

Somewhere under the rainbow the Emerald City
gleams I've been there many times before and still go there in dreams
With towers tall that touch the sky many wondrous things to see
I'll show them all to you, my dear take my hand and come with me

Somewhere under the rainbow that sparkling city shines Where
people help their fellow man and treat each other kind I gaze across
the Hudson see the towers standing tall it sometimes it makes me wonder
why when closer I feel small

On and on they walked, and it seemed that the great carpet of
opium poppies that surrounded them would never end. They followed the bend of
the river, and at last came upon their friend the Lion, lying fast asleep among
the poppies. The opium poppies had been too strong for the huge beast and he
had given up at last, and fallen only a short distance from the end of the
opium poppy bed, where the sweet grass spread in beautiful green fields before
them.

"We can do nothing for him," said the Tin Woodman, sadly; "for
he is much too heavy to lift. We must leave him here to sleep on forever, and
perhaps he will dream that he has found courage at last."

"I'm sorry,"
said the Scarecrow. "The Lion was a very good comrade for one so cowardly.
But let us go on."